Novel Full Chapter 945 One Player Vs One Guild [Part 2]
Villain Ch 945. One Player Vs One Guild [Part 2]
“Valiance!” Elio shouted, his voice a rallying cry. His guild members converged on Allen, their attacks synchronized. Alchemists summoned monstrous Carnivore plants that lashed out with deadly tendrils, while Mandragoras rooted themselves into the ground, creating hazardous zones around Allen.
Allen’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dark excitement. The combined assault from the guilds was formidable, but he was ready.
Jane laughed maniacally as she raised her hands. “Necromancy,” she chanted, her voice echoing with dark power. This time, instead of summoning the usual undead, a legion of Wraiths materialized, their ghostly forms swirling around her, ready to wreak havoc on the battlefield. The Wraiths’ ethereal claws slashed at the players, causing chaos and confusion. Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire
Shea summoned her harp. Her fingers danced across the strings as she sang a haunting “Lullaby.” The enchanting melody floated through the air, and players began to sway, their eyelids growing heavy. Despite the onslaught, some managed to gulp down tonics to stave off the sleep effect.
Larissa utilized her blood manipulation abilities. With a flick of her wrist, she controlled the blood within the players’ bodies, causing them to move against their will or freeze in place. Her eyes glowed red.
Alice conjured her Shadow Tendrils. Dark, sinuous tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping around the legs and arms of the close-range combatants, binding them in place and preventing them from advancing. The tendrils writhed and tightened, making it difficult for the melee fighters to break free.
For the ranged combatants, Jane cast a powerful Barrier spell, a shimmering dome of protective energy that encased Allen and their companions. The Barrier deflected arrows and spells.
But, the players’ resolve did not falter. The Wraiths, which normally would have ignited fear and panic, were met with fierce resistance. Players swung their swords and unleashed spells, cutting down the spectral enemies. They fought the Shadow Tendrils, hacking at the dark appendages until they loosened their grip.
Those affected by the Lullaby drank tonics, shaking off the drowsiness and pressing forward.
Red_King, seeing his guild’s efforts, shouted commands to keep their morale high. “Focus fire! Bring down the Wraiths first!” His voice was steady and commanding, rallying his guild members to coordinate their attacks.
Arcana directed his Ironclad Legion with precision. “Stay together! Push through their defenses!” His close-combat fighters redoubled their efforts, their shields interlocked as they advanced against Alice’s Shadow Tendrils and Larissa’s blood manipulation.
Allen watched the scene unfold, his excitement mingled with a newfound respect for his adversaries. The players had evolved, their strategies more sophisticated, their determination unwavering. He raised his hand, his fingers crackling with dark energy. “Stone Curse,” he muttered, his voice low and filled with malevolent intent.
The spell rippled through the air, turning the players in its path to stone, locking them in place. The battlefield momentarily stilled as the cursed players struggled against their petrification.
Seeing the opportunity, Zoe activated her powerful skill. “Tsunami!” A massive wave of water materialized, crashing down upon the immobilized players. The roar of the water was deafening, a relentless surge that knocked many off their feet and drenched the battlefield.
Allen and Bella seized the moment. Allen called upon his area skill.
“Dark Storm!” The skill summoned dark clouds that swirled above, filled with ominous thunder.
Bella, her fox ears twitching with anticipation. “Thunder Storm.” Bolts of lightning crackled through the air, merging with Allen’s Dark Storm to create a tempest of electric fury.
– BLAR!
The combination of water and thunder was meant to be deadly. The sound of the thunderclaps was deafening, echoing through the hall and shaking the very ground beneath them. The players caught in the deluge were bombarded with a lethal mix of electrical and dark energy, their health bars plummeting.
Yet, just as victory seemed assured, the healers reacted with impeccable timing. As if on cue, they cast powerful Barrier spells, shimmering domes of light that protected their companions from the worst of the storm. The barriers absorbed the brunt of the combined attacks, flickering but holding strong against the onslaught.
The clash of elements was intense. The hiss of steam rose as lightning met water, and the crackle of energy sizzled in the air. The feeling of the battle was palpable. Allen could feel the excitement coursing through him.
In the midst of the chaos, Elio pressed forward. He led his guild with unyielding determination, his voice a rallying cry. “Push through! We will not fall here!” His words were met with renewed vigor from his guild members, their attacks relentless.
This wasn’t a real battle yet! He even hadn’t a chance to clash with the devil emperor!
Allen was taken aback by the players’ resilience. Despite the onslaught of deadly area skills, most of them were still alive and fighting back with fierce determination. The thunderous clash of spells and the roar of Zoe’s Tsunami filled the air, creating a cacophony that resonated through the hall. Yet, the sight of the players’ unwavering resolve stirred something within him.
He waved his hand forward, signaling to his companions that they needed to engage directly. “Healers first,” he stated, his voice cutting through the din. They needed to prioritize taking down the healers to weaken the enemy forces.
His companions nodded and surged forward with renewed vigor.
Allen himself moved forward, but not with haste. He preferred to walk casually, observing the battle with a keen eye. He knew that Elio and his guild would come to him, drawn by their desire to confront the Devil Emperor directly. His footsteps were measured, his expression one of calm malevolence as he surveyed the battlefield.
The sounds of the battle were overwhelming. The clash of steel against steel, the sizzle of magic colliding with barriers, and the cries of players filled the air. The ground beneath Allen’s feet was littered with the remnants of spells and the fallen bodies of those who had underestimated his power. He relished the chaos, feeling the thrill of control and dominance.
Elio, true to Allen’s expectations, was leading his guild straight toward him. The Order of Valiance cut through the battlefield with a singular focus, their eyes locked on the figure of the Devil Emperor.